>>5963351“That's the easiest part. Stand back, please.” you reply, waving your antenna forward and focusing your divine power through it. “Candy Beam!”
“What?” Cooler exclaims, father and son watching on in shock as you transform that fat version of you into a giant, flat cookie. “What in the world did you do?
“With this body's divine power, I have the ability to transmogrify. Turning matter into other matter, living or nonliving it doesn't matter.” you say, seeing the son's eyes widen while King Cold simply looks on. He's already seen what you've figured out about this body, having given you insights from all the information he'd gathered over the centuries. “I can even heal injuries, spiritual and physical with this power. There doesn't seem to be any limits to what I can do, after learning how this body works I'm not surprised that even the gods would fall to Majin Buu.”
“That is why you must take care. With your wielding that form, no doubt the Kais seek your end.” King Cold answers, something hard in his tone. “Should they try to destroy us, should Beerus the Destroyer come for us, you and Karn may be our best chances for survival.”
“I won't let you down, my king!” you salute. Knowing full well that you'll do whatever it takes to pay King Cold back for all he's done for you over the years. After all, while his time is limited now, with this body you'll probably live forever. It's the least you can do to repay him.
-Meanwhile, at Dreadzone Station-
“It's totally not fair! How come -<span class="mu-i">I</span>- don't get to participate in this tournament? I'm the best arena fighter in the universe!” Chaya complains as she sits across from Tanya, the former champion having been teaching the current one how to play a game from her homeworld. A game of strategy hundreds if not thousands of years old. One on a black and white tiled board, where each player controls pieces of a color and each one can only move according to certain rules. While complaining she moves the horse piece forward, getting it within range of Tanya's king. “Check.”
“Yes, you're probably the most experienced fighter in a tournament setting, with rules and limitations. But there's a more obvious reason that you weren't chosen this time.” Tanya replies, moving a tower-shaped piece all the way across the board, taking her piece while simultaneously putting Chaya in check instead. “Check.”
